#concealed
Closer in time,
Your heart is
Aching in your chest.
Fading lights
The stars wander
Out of the sky, just chance.
And inside
The warmth of
Just one more night.
From my lungs
I feel a tugging
Catching my breath.
In your sea, I am but a drop
Yet, you are my ocean.
On the field of love, I am but a rock
And you are the mountain.
I feel as sisyphus,
In love with his punishment-
But I've pushed too much.
This torture is redundant,
We get nowhere and feel as though
Further down the hill.
And yet, I love you as such
I would never cease pushing
Till my heart stops
And muscles grow still.
For what is love
To the stone heart?
Lovingly, to fall for Medusa
Onto my own sword.
For were I tasked to **** her
I should sooner forgo my life
So that she may have her own.
For I looked into the eyes of the Gorgon
With my last breath,
And when she spoke
It was clear she was no monster
But a disgraced goddess.
Never did I turn to stone.
As I lay lifeless, she wept
And offered her *****
Every touch was like lightning,
Though I was the center of the storm;
She showed me kindness
The likes of I had never known before.
And when I was revived
I wept too.
Jul 28, 2024
Jul 28, 2024 at 2:42 AM UTC
My story hides what
I did, I'm ashamed of it --
it must be a crime.
Jan 17, 2024
Jan 17, 2024 at 3:46 AM UTC
Made from the fabric of broken dreams
pieced together in this effortless jiffy
as to hide the truth behind these seams,
that way no one could never even truly see
how my eyes have become a grayish blue.
I've lost control over what I can show,
merely a puppet with a cruel puppeteer
misleading me to think I have free will.
Trying to find a motive in this quiet torso
which isn't reassuring me that I'm alive,
so I could survive a battle that's all uphill.
But is going onwards still what I owe?
I'm guessing so, fighting away the night
mercilessly as they've been trained to ****
No ears hear these smothered screams
or can ever tell if I'm feeling quite iffy,
for their too clever with their schemes
as I will always be letters from being free
and seeing this life from a brighter view.
Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 12:49 PM UTC
Tears of moon…
A single drop to poison the ocean,
Alluring charms that drown many men.
Why must you veil yourself
Behind clouds?
Laying here with opened window,
The clouds swayed.
A pity, your words are too far away.
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 2:49 AM UTC
Wandering through the days, searching for our fulfillment.
Upon the day we find the object that has no limits.
To describe the object would require the observer to see it’s entire life. Yet the object does not discriminate and absorbs time.
Slowly it fades from reality.
Until the memory confuses fantasy for reality.
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 1:32 PM UTC
I am standing here in front of you
Yet somehow one step behind
Maybe I did not really catch up
Though eyes are no longer blind
Now that I am gifted with sight
Burdened by what I see
Small details I never noticed in the past
Leap out at all angles screaming at me
How I wish for my eyeballs to be extracted
Each shifting day they cause more pain
Was I happier living in darkness?
Found that light shed only burns my brain
If I had known the accuracy of the phrase
"Ignorance is bliss"
I would not have worked to find the truth
Would have never wished for this
I've been told the truth will set you free
Sometimes it also weighs you down
Sets the wings given on fire
Or tears them off so you crash to the ground
All I asked for was to know you
Who you truly are
I will love you deeply until the day
You forget each tear and scar
You only have shown me fragments before
Now I understand why you concealed the rest
You may have a lot of broken parts
But to me you'll forever be the best
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 7:26 AM UTC
How would it be if something hideous was precious?
What if you find out now what was concealed then?
j.c.l.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 12:17 PM UTC
As my heart kept losing over my brain,
I am rather more tempted to feign.
To act as if i do not feel much,
Though sometimes i long for your touch.
But be still, my dear.
Through time you'll finally hear.
For these words to which my lips are sealed,
Are feelings need not stay forever concealed.
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 1:08 PM UTC
Outside, facing forward,
Eyes glazed yet looking onward.
Hands move constantly,
We’ve lost ourselves emotionally.
Look onwards to a bar,
Lost myself in the backseat of a stranger’s car.
This height I reached through substances,
I was told to avoid.
Yet using them to comfort me,
To fill the empty void.
On the phone seeking empathy for strangers,
Yet finding instead a treasure trove of dangers.
Depression isn’t skin deep,
We are all waiting for something more.
More than the shadow that looms overheard,
More than this feeling that ties us to our bed.
More than snapchats,
The mess in our flat.
More than feeling hopeless,
Thinking maybe we should hope less.
People tell me that I’m fine,
It’s all in my head.
Yet sooner or later they will see,
The happy me is dead.
People tell me that you’re fine,
Yet inside you are dying,
Of an illness they refuse to see,
All because of what is said,
About seeing to believe.
A chemical imbalance has somehow unbalanced my feelings towards art,
This meadow of colour,
Was a thing to be admired,
But now a dying flower represents my heart.
A small mistake I used to see as a trip, a mistake, a fall.
Yet now a mistake make makes me question,
Am I good at anything at all?
Because Depression isn’t skin deep,
Our hearts are on the floor.
Before we face our final sleep,
We must find something more.
Depression isn’t skin deep,
Something we can ignore.
We’re chasing happiness,
Like lost sheep.
No this depression goes right to the core
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 9:51 AM UTC
Could you believe me?
I try to never lie,
I am just not ready
To give up and say goodbye.
You act like you hate me,
But I am so confused,
I do not know what I did,
To cause you to feel used.
I am sitting in Math,
Thinking about me and you,
Figuring out how to fix your heart,
I have no clue what to do.
I have asked everyone,
Why you're upset and mad,
But they do not know,
Help me stop you from being sad.
Please will you explain why
You suddenly want to go?
Ease this constant pain inside,
The heartache concealed below.
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 1:08 PM UTC
keen eyes scan around,
for the mystery concealed;
unseen but right here!
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 8:34 AM UTC
Satisfaction lingers
The inherent bliss that warms
The buried fears that flounder,
The abolishment of qualms
The radiant glow materialises
Substantiating to a path
Hop onto the luminescence
Guiding you to your guard
I am a container
A crystalline beaker fills me to the brim
With affection in a golden hue
The amber nectar seeping in abundance
As a tap leeches my soul, my mere essence sways
As I bleed and stand on crystal shards
An empty vessel yields no spirit
From the empty barrel that remains
For a heart devoid of soul would not
Display nor muster
I am the light that dissipates
Yet the darkness brought me back
It does not leave me alone
Why does it clamp itself to my back
Get it off
Get it off me
GET. IT. OFF. ME!
It does not leave me alone
It does not leave me alone
It does not leave me alone
It does not leave me alone
It
does
not
leave
It doesn't...
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 6:55 PM UTC
Was lost, my heart so erratic
Split, drowning in thought
Never found, he emerged pragmatic
Shut, he paves through my struggles
Hidden away, We are systematic
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 3:44 AM UTC
Concealed depression is
Buying water proof mascara
So you won't have to reapply makeup
after each daily breakdown.
Concealed depression is
Laughing at everything
so they won't question
why your eyes always water.
Concealed depression is
staying up until 4 a.m
because it's the only time
you can ignore the world
and no one will notice.
...Or concealed depression is
taking three melatonins
in hopes you'll sleep deep
enough to keep the terrors at bay.
Concealed depression is
Staying consistently busy
So your mind will be too exhausted
at the end of the day to fight you.
Concealed depression is
the impatient selfish monster
that burns bridges as you cross them.
Concealed depression is
feeding yourself lies like
"I'm fine" or "I won't cry".
Concealed depression is
the uphill battle that you don't get to win once;
it's a mountain you're forced to climb every single day.
Concealed depression is
silently screaming, hoping someone
will have super sonic hearing,
swoop in like a bat,
and carry you under their wings.
Concealed depression is
never hugging too tightly
or meeting a gaze too intensely
in case your guts may slip
out before you can catch them.
So when they accuse you of changing,
when they accuse you of rage and indifference,
of violence and apathy,
when they ask why you never called,
when they ask why you never told them,
all you can say is that concealed depression
is like an overbooked hotel and there's only room for one.
All you can say is that you were afraid
Your darkness would drown them too
and then there would be no one left to save you.
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 2:52 AM UTC
Who am I?
I am love
but I am not love.
I wear love’s coat,
like a blanket
and hold its
sweet, sweet smell
a perfume too expensive to touch.
Those who dare,
always pay the price.
You see
I am not as kind as love.
I do not care.
I do not embrace with loving arms.
The heart rules the mind.
I make
your body the master of your heart.
Your soul is tossed aside.
It is no worth to me.
I am a coward.
I flee at the sight
of pain
and do not help.
It is not my job,
after all.
My job is to leave you enshrouded
intrigued torn upon captivated enthralled clouded
in the mystery that you thought
was love.
I am not love.
never will be
never have.
I am the jealous best friend.
The one always trying to steal the limelight.
Who sometimes comes before love.
Steals love.
With grimy hands,
Covered in jeweled gloves.
I do not feel with the heart,
I feel with the body.
Sensual. Aroused. Intimate. And stimulated.
Who am I?
I am lust.
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 1:35 PM UTC
I pulled myself strongly from keep thinking of her!
I dragged the thought from reaching my brain to give that note that i missed her badly!
I locked my crying papers inside that drawer, so they won't be engraved happily on those lines talking how she is in every corner of my day!
I sent all those feelings and thought to the land of Doubt, to confuse them from being true about their existence!
I've victimized all my belonging, so I won't let her know how do i see her in my world!
I've concealed my vibes throughout the day, to let the mind take cover my heart!
But!!!.....I failed!!!!
I failed not to tell myself, I am in love with her!
I failed not to write for her!
I failed not to free my memories from her!
And.... I am Still...
Failing!
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 11:21 AM UTC
Do you really think that I don't know
I knew it from the very beginning,
Though I tried to give you a chance to admit it,
Yet you didn't and lied to me.
Why do you have to conceal it?
Is it your way to make me feel lame
That I've been so harsh to put you in a pit
And this is a way to throw me all the blame.
I don't blame you cause I know I've hurt you
Maybe this is your way to be honest
Though thinking about it makes me blue
What you did is a revenge at its best.
I'll let you do that till you're done
Do it as long as you want to hide.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 1:37 AM UTC
We live In a land where the people romance the reality
Instead of embracing and facing the realism
In attempts to make it better for these little boys and girls
Not realizing they are implanting pessimism
Causing their minds to be closed with frailty
And the creativity within that should spark and swirl
Instead lies dormant, Suppressed and concealed.
Leading to people who know nothing and have faith
That they know everything.
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 3:08 PM UTC
Can you smell the scent of passion?
Mine - my pheromones sprinkling tonight
Baptizing you with my ardour and lust.
Let my voice guide you sweetly to your end
Whisper to you the delicious promises
Whiteness and warmth comfort me for tomorrow.
Can you feel the slightest touch?
My feather-like kisses blow your mind
Engulfing you in satins, laces and ribbons!
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 8:11 PM UTC
The truth is a bitter and harsh medicine
More often concealed than revealed
Which is why ignorance is truly bliss
As it puts to bay sadness and innocence lost
For those with their eyes shut firmly
And their sensitivity in full bloom
All you have to do is look at disney
***With their sugar coated
Tales of happy endings***
Disguising the horrid truths
Undigestible; of the grim brothers grisly tales.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC
Removing the Darkness from the Light......
From behind the veil, my tears, I dare to peer out
while forever longing, wishing to remove all doubt
waiting for a time, when the hidden will be revealed
when truth will prevail, no longer to remain concealed
This self-banishment is my unbroken silence, a journey I take
in order to traverse my world within, all else I must forsake
finally hoping to arrive, by following a destination foreseen
this remains my sole means of escape, fleeing to my dream
The hardships we all endure, why to remain mentally impeded
life's momentary setbacks, keep us from becoming conceded
this life is a prison, like in those dreams, we hide but cannot flee
ultimately time will dictate, how many years remain for us "to be"
To be" or "not to be" is then no longer a question, but is the answer
while for those who choose unwisely, "to be" becomes their cancer
how can they turn those unmovable hands, how to retrieve the past
to be given one more chance, and maybe to find eternal peace at last
Lies multiply advancing with time, caught in the confusion of the storm
nevertheless, you refuse to budge, you would rather die than conform
knowing what life is really about, you remove the darkness from the light
giving selflessly to others what they need most, and you become their sight
We can't always recognize the good in all things, but we will soon understand
when the concealed is revealed, only then will we recognize the guiding hand
along with the setting of the sun, are those dreams for us to ultimately behold
tears no longer to be shed, because now you're forever part of a heavenly fold
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 7:00 AM UTC
My permanent concealer to this persisting pain after you left.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 5:40 AM UTC